As Thunder and Koremar run forward, the elf notices a single giant bee seemingly hovering over the hillside on the other side of the wall.

Abigail runs forward to join them, but before Kregimie can make his move a pair of arrows streak out of the woods to the north, unerringly flying toward the gnome and Abigail's cougar companion. It seems to have no effect on the cat, but Kregimie suddenly slumps over, unconscious! Or, in game terms, asleep

The mass of bees comes buzzing back -- followed by the elemental, which seems to have little effect on it -- flying around Koremar and Thunder, stinging agonizingly and swelling your limbs so much you can feel your muscles tightening up, making it harder to move. 8 hp, 1 Dex to both

First of all, an additional 7 hp damage was done to the bees, based on our previous discussion.

Round 4:

Koremar: 22
Thunder: 21
Abigail: 16
Bees: 15
Kregimie: 5

Koremar's spell and sword seem to have little effect on the swarm. Though he knocks a few bees into ash, the thousands of other crawling, stinging insects don't seem to even notice. They sting at the elven warrior, who feels his joints begin to stiffen as poison from thousands of the insects make their way through his system. 8 hp, 1 Dex damage

Thunder rushes back and scoops up the gnome as one of Abigail's arrows hits one of the small, humanoid archers in the trees. 11 hp damage Sacha rushes toward the figure, swiping at it with a paw and pulling it into a deadly embrace, where she quickly disembowls and tears it apart. 59 hp, if I did her attack right! Don't cross Sacha...

The other archer, seeing his companion's grisly demise, takes to the skies, flying 60 feet up and unleashing another arrow at the big cat, though the small shaft streaks wide.

Abigail takes a step forward as she mentally calls Sacha back to her and unleashes two arrows at the flying archer. "Thunder Rolling, stay where you are for now. You'd just get caught between them. Try to wake him up!"

Now that Thunder Rolling was clear of the swarm Koremar could unleash on it properly. He stepped just outside of the swarms influence and after a quick hand gesture belched forth a flash of flame much like a dragon and followed it up with a swing of his flaming sword which had attuned itself to the element of fire.

Although Mai'Tahl still seems unable to do anything to effect the swarm, the gout of fire from Koremar's spell hits it full force, as bees puff into smoke, bursting briefly like little fireflies before disintegrating. 21 hp damage; 36 total The remaining bees surge forward almost as if angry at the destruction of half of the hive, covering and stinging Koremar again, as well as Abigail. 6 hp damage to both

As Thunder keeps guard over the unconscious Kregimie, Abigail fires a couple arrows toward the flying figure, but both shafts go wide.

The flying figure quickly sprinkles something on its own arrow, pulls back and lets fly toward the priestess. The arrow hits, causing no damage, and the archer cries out in Common: "Why fight, priestess? A follower of Erastil should be our ally! Join forces with us and help us defend our realm!" For a split second, Abigail starts to think it could be right before the sudden compulsion fades and her mind is her own again.

Beyond the unthinkable act of running; Koremar knew that the only way to rid himself of the now dangerous swarm was to destroy it and hopefully quickly. He stepped back again in an attempt to catch most of the insects in the blast of his spell as fire erputed from his mouth.

Abigail steps away from the bees and curses at the flying archer as she intones a prayer to Erastil: "You've played enough tricks! Awamethil Sahadnaseth!, casting her bow to the ground and taking to the air as she grabs her mace and flies towards the archer.

5-foot step
StA: Cast Fly
MvA: fly towards the archer and take out my mace. (I don't know how far I can get because I don't know how to take the 5-foot step into account.

Kregimie finds himself lying on the ground, Thunder Rolling standing above him, as he suddenly opens his eyes to a horrifying sight.

Koremar continues to fight a swarm of bees, breathing out a lick of flame that seems to have little effect on the swarm, just catching a small trailing edge of bees. 1 hp, 37 total

The bees advance, crawling all over the elven warrior again and stinging again 6 hp; 1 Dex damage, coming dangerously close to where the gnome and Mwangi warrior wait.

Abigail seems for a moment to abandon the flight, dropping her bow and racing into the sky, drawing her mace as Kregimie suddenly spots a small figure with a bow, clearly her target.

The cleric races 30 feet into the sky5' step shouldn't affect the move action after you cast the fly spell, drawing a laugh from her faerie opponent, who misses as it fires an arrow at her and continues to climb out of her reach, moving up 30 feet himself. election 90' "Catch me if you can, little human," it taunts.

fly gives a flying speed of 60. I don't know if it changes anything. Also, is the air elemental ineffective against the swarm? If so can Abigail order it to change target? I want to check how you rule the summons before imposing.

The elven magus was really starting to feel the effects of the mutlitude of stings and wasnt sure how much longer he could hold out. He wished fervently that he had been better prepared for such a thing. He stepped back and let go the final spout of flame.

Abigail frowns as she lured higher in the air. "Don't worry, I don't plan on keeping at it this way. She summons the air elemental forth. With a spin of dead leaves, it rises up, picking altitude, passing Abigail as she also wills herself upward.

Double move 60 feet up for Abigail.
Double move 100 feet up for the elemental.

Idea is good, as I said before. Where can I find one? I do not carry any on me.

Thunder Rolling began patting his pouches, as if to make sure that he didn't accidentally pack a torch while he wasn't paying attention. For all the viciousness of the axe in his hand, he felt somewhat powerless against the swarm...and he did not like the feeling at all.

Koremar catches the remains of the swarm with the full blast of his fiery breath 4 hp, 41 total, nearly dissolving it, though the last remnants remain.

As Thunder Rolling and Kregimie find and light a make-shift torch, Abigail rockets upward with the elemental, in pursuit of her fey foe. He grins at her, flying even higher 120 feet, and says ominously, "Neither do I, neither do I." It grins and gestures and ... Abigail's stomach flips as she feels the magic keeping her aloft falter for a second before it kicks back in, her foe's grin fading as he sees his attempt fail.

No worries at all on the Reflex mishap. I can only imagine all the numbers you have to crunch.

HP = 22/58, 5/8 Arcane Pool, Mai'Tahl Arcane pool 0/2

Koremar could almost feel the poison from the vast number of stings trying to slow him down. He could only thank the years of countless hours of training tht he had the strength to continue. The fire seemed to be working and was really the only weapon at his disposal...unfortunatley... He recalled the spell's power to his mind with force of will and cast it again before repeating his step and spout method.

Thunder Rolling's eyes lit along with the makeshift torch in his hand and he turned to run towards Koremar...and stumbled to a halt. The bees had gone. Where bees? he asked in a rumbling voice. It seemed impossible that they had all disappeared. Then he saw the smoking lumps on the ground and Koremar's blistered skin and knew. Good job. Burn them with fire, just as I said. He offered the elf a big toothy grin.

Abigail, did you tweak your character sheet? Looks like the coding's messed up. The creature's actually too small to be an elf, though you don't seem to have the Know (nature) to know what it actually is.

Rest of Round 8
Abigail flies up and slams the archer 16 hp, sending it tumbling through the sky, past the elemental -- whose slam seems to have no effect on the creature.

The tiny fey rolls with the impact, darting 30 feet away, past the faengard wall, where it casts again.

Not sure what you mean by tweaked... I don't think so. As for the elf, I'm sorry, I was going from memory and was obviously wrong.
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

Abigail frowns as she guesses the defensive spell her opponent threw up. As the elemental follows it to keep the fight, for one last hit, Abigail uses her speed to get behind the creature and squeeze it between them. She drops her weight as she slams the mace using both hands and putting all her momentum in the swing.

Odd; looked like it was formatting oddly, but looks normal now. Maybe I was just seeing things?

Round 4

Abigail misses the archer, but leaves it open for the elemental, which gets in a vicious slam before it disappears and sends the small fey creature flying raggedly to the east. 2 hp; 18 total

Before Abigail can decide whether she wants to pursue, she spots a giant bee seemingly hiding behind a hill to the south; it begins to retreat as her foe withdraws. It's a little hard to see on the map; it's to the right and below Abigail

Abigail stands her ground, waiting for the others to catch up. She warns them of danger: "Some kind of giant bee is behind the hills. Bring my bow!" She points to the spot where she took up to the air.

She then turns around to see the fey and utters a curse on the fey's bow: "Brittle Brittle, Too Bent a Bow Can Break Like Bone!". (Cast Shatter (40 ft) on the fey's bow, sunder nonmagical, Will DC 16)

The sound of more bees accompanies the familiar figure of a bleachling gnome appearing on the distant hillside.

“You never should have come," Tenzekil calls out. The gnome looks much "ore worn now than he did a few days ago. "Even if you repair the ward, you still have to reactivate it. And only Queen Rhoswen holds that kind of power. She will never give it up, and she’s too strong to oppose. I know the strength of her magic, and even I cannot resist it. So come! Let us finish this at last!"

I dont doubt you at all Tenzekil. But we are of a like determination. We cannot be stopped by the likes of you or Rhoswin. Even now an army of the good souls of the forest approaches and all of those that oppose shall be swept assunder. There is still time to redeem yourself. Help us fix the breach and be a hero. Or is this truly how you wish to die? If it is then so be it. Come and meet your doom!

"She has turned your heart! Manipulated you! Now she's about to take your soul as well. Look at you! A shadow of your self, soon to be washed away... Side with us and be absolved. Yhere is still time!"

You cannot change our resolve, gnome! We have come to end this, and end we will. Rolling Thunder grabbed Abigail's bow as he and Kregemie charged off in the direction she indicated the bee to be (or not to be?).

Kreg's focus is on steadying himself now that he has taken flight, so he is unable to see Tenzekil when he speaks. How I wish there was some way to save Tenzekil, but he may too far gone! the gnome laments to himself.

"Ha, it's all going to end one way or another. isn't it?" Tenzekil asks bitterly.

Before any of you can do anything else, the bleached gnome casts and suddenly starts walking on air, quickly climbing 15 feet into the air, flanked by a man-sized bee. A mass of normal bees buzzes noisily below him, ready for your approach. Bee swarm hasn't gone; Tenzekil and the gian bee moved before you got any actions; you can post your Round 1 actions now.

At this point, Thunder Rolling regrets not picking up any ranged weapons. can I use my grappling hook to try and snag the gnome and pull him pout of the sky? How far away is he and his bee?

"More bees! Koremar-elf, I hope you have more spells to fight bees. Abigail, take bow or drop arrows for Thunder!" The big man held the bow above his head with hand, and the makeshift torch in the other. He contemplated trying to drag the gnome out of the sky with his grappling hook.